The stench of the camel I was riding was getting the best of me; I had to get off.  I slid off the one humped beast thinking about the rumor of a monster in the lower canyon.  My name is John; I am a tall toothpick kind of a man with long blond hair and a pair of small blue eyes.  I am doing a documentary for the expedition team under the leader of Bob.  He is a small well rounded man with a thick beard growing under a short stubby nose, and he has a nice tan that goes well with his circular green eyes.  We were sent to discover the long lost weapon of the Tooks.  Our journey started at the top of a steep 88,000 foot canyon, It was rumored that when the Tooks were take as slaves that the Chief set a curse on the canyon and that if you enter to the lower part of the canyon you well never come out alive.
     We rode in to the first campsite at about noon and we decided that we should unpack and explore a little before it gets to dark.  I was wondering how the large expedition was going to camp here to night because the cliff was only twenty yards away.  I looked in around the tables that were getting set up for Bob but without success.  I yelled his name, and I saw a small figure race across the camp and jump off the cliff, I ran over but the canyon is so big that I could barely see the bottom let alone a small man.  At that moment something put its hand on me I whirled about to discover my leader and conrad Bob.  What a fuss you started I was only in my tent when I herd you yell and I saw you run over to the cliff I was scared for a second I thought something was in out camp.  What were you looking at so intently? Hu nothing I thought I saw a camel run off the cliff, my mistake.  I wanted to ask you how we are going to get all these men into this small campsite?  Don’t you know that the team only consists of 20 people these other men are just helping us get out equipment here.  What about the camels how are they going to get feed are they going into the canyon with us? Bob replied that the camels would be leaving with the extra men.
 The journey was long and hard and we had no incidents until we reached the lower canyon, it had taken us weeks to get there and we had documented about 2000 new species of animals but we still had about a three day journey ahead of us.  That night 4 of out men went out to scout out some water but they never came back.  In the morning a Bob sent a 10 man search, part but they never checked in like they were supposed to; we new something was up.  I was looking at a new species of bird that I had discovered the day before when I hear a horrid, ear shattering noise that sounded like something being ripped apart.  I followed the noise and I saw in a small open a man like thing that had small arms and legs but its body seemed to be made out of a gelatin kind of substance, it was ripping a bunny apart.  It walked towards me when I noticed a human head lodged in the side of its waist.  I ran before it got closer I ran and ran up the steep path until I got back to the campsite and I told every one to drop what they were doing because the monster was coming I didn’t wait for them I just kept running until I reached a tree I just sat down and waited for my fait.  Many say that the monster lives but no one knows because no one has survived to tell the story.